Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Joy Crookes
Joy Crookes
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joy Crookes
Joy Crookes
Composition
Jonny Latimer
Jonny Latimer
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Production
Tre Jean-Marie
Tre Jean-Marie
Production complémentaire
Dean Barratt
Dean Barratt
Ingénierie de mixage
Marc Royal
Marc Royal
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Hey, b Meet me Southeast on the downbeat With your khaki string vest intact Though you're handsome, there's a red sun And I can't help wonder what's next Then you ask me "What do you want from all our weekends in whiskey sour?" Told you I don't vouch for love, G It takes too much of my power Oh, can't stay too long I might stain someone 'Round and 'round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong Spending nights in lonely castles Where I learned to sing my cries Sweetest 16, thrown to test me I could not sit still if I tried Learning to run before I could walk out Learning to cuss before I could talk it out Nah, nah, nah Oh, can't stay too long I might stay in someone 'Round and 'round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong No hands (no, no hands) Nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can No hands (no, no hands) Nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can Oh, can't stay too long I might stain someone 'Round and 'round I go Got to set the tone In the hands of none That's where I belong That's where I belong
Writer(s): Jonny Lattimer, Joy Crookes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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